Lykavittos

“The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music. The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.” Rabindranath Tagore

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I’m not sure if I have the right words to describe what is to walk up to Lykavittos ( the highest hill in Athens) and see the whole town in your feet, sparkling under the morning sun, and I’m not sure if my camera was able to capture the glory of each moment, but still, I’d like to share with you my favorite place in the city- Lykavittos hill.

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Passeggiata

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“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
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What is La Passegiata about?
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La Passeggiata is an evening ritual, an Italian tradition, a gentle stroll through the main streets, usually in the pedestrian zones in hours before sunset. Italians tend to dress up for la passeggiata and new romances are on display as well as new dresses or shoes. Passeggiata is especially popular on Sunday evenings. During the summer, some Italians even drive to nearby cities, the coast, or the lakes for a special passeggiata.
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Passeggiata
by David F. Barker and Blaga Todorova
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tonight these grey walls will not hold me.
a strange providence
has given this soft hour to live,
a pale rose for my button hole,
colour of my face, the moon,
who follows me coldly
through silken streets

there are a myriad arches
marked with quietness,
the sleepy waters hum
with the pulse of a sonata
and the glassy surfaces
of man-made stone muses, they call me,
dropping sparkles in the shadows

suddenly I halt by a sober light—
high above in baroque walls
a lone viola is playing
in its darkest flourishes,
muffled by the rolling fog
drifting around me
like a seminal snake

and duets of exploding icons,
sketched in the heart to dazzle the heart,
visions through the sturdy, irregular mist,
turn the gondolas into shelters for lovers
while the reflections of the indigo skies
are drowned in rain and the mind is frozen,
holding the evening stroll alive …

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Thank you David for writing this with me! It was an honor!

Visit David at francisbarkerart.com and enjoy more of his art and poetry.

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'Isola di San Giorgio' by David F. Barker

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

Love was walking …

Love was walking …

Walking with the drizzle,
watching the drops of rain
mixing with the noise of hope,
leaving the irrational fear,
the intruder of my dreams
helpless, blind, disorientated,
begging for mercy, for help.

My heart before cringing,
now growing confident,
my eyes once looking weak,
now glowing and dark green.
Miraculous glitter touching
the rainbow behind the clouds,
smiling to strangers at the park,
chasing the fatigue, flowing away.

And then … Stillness.
Beauty flooding my body
and mind, because love was
walking next to me,
encouraging my heart beat,
whispering secrets to passion,
showing me your face
in the crowd of thousands.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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